Potions and Notions
Nestled between two larger buildings, Potions and Notions announces itself with a crooked sign and windows clouded with colorful vapors. As you push open the creaky door, a cacophony of scents assaults your nostrils - herbs, spices, something distinctly fishy, and an underlying note of ammonia that suggests the presence of many feline occupants.
The interior is a cluttered wonderland of bubbling cauldrons, precariously stacked jars, and cats. Cats everywhere - lounging on shelves, peering from behind bottles, and weaving between the legs of browsing customers.
From behind a counter festooned with drying herbs emerges the proprietor: an older Satyr woman with silver-streaked hair and a warm, if slightly unfocused, smile. Her horns are adorned with tiny vials of shimmering liquids.
"Welcome, welcome!" she bleats cheerfully. "I'm Meadowsweet, purveyor of all things pickled, brewed, and occasionally explosive. What can I... Oh, Whiskers, not now, I'm with customers!"
She pauses, apparently listening intently to a large tabby cat that has jumped onto the counter. After a moment, she nods sagely. "Quite right, quite right. Now, where was I? Ah yes! Looking for something to give you an edge in the Crucible, perhaps? I've got just the thing..."
Meadowsweet bustles around the shop, plucking bottles and packets from seemingly random locations, all while carrying on a running commentary with various cats. Despite her apparent scatter-brained nature, her hands move with practiced precision as she combines ingredients.
As she works, her eyes light up. "Say, you look like the adventurous sort. If you happen to find yourself in the Bramble Woods - not that I'm suggesting you go there, mind you, it's terribly dangerous - keep an eye out for the Moonwhisper Lily. Blooms only under the new moon, it does. Terribly rare. Terribly useful. I'd make it worth your while if you happened to find any."
She winks conspiratorially, then suddenly turns to address a chestnut cat perched on a high shelf. "No, Ginger, I will not trade it for your hairballs. Honestly, the ideas you come up with!"
Turning back to you, she presents a vial of swirling, opalescent liquid. "Here we are! Guaranteed to make you as quick as a cat and twice as lucky. Now, anything else I can help you with? Perhaps something for that rash you're trying to hide? Oh, don't look surprised, dear. Marmalade told me all about it!" She gestures to a cat that definitely wasn't there a moment ago.
As you ponder your response, you can't help but feel that shopping at Potions and Notions is going to be an... interesting experience.
The interior is a cluttered wonderland of bubbling cauldrons, precariously stacked jars, and cats. Cats everywhere - lounging on shelves, peering from behind bottles, and weaving between the legs of browsing customers.
From behind a counter festooned with drying herbs emerges the proprietor: an older Satyr woman with silver-streaked hair and a warm, if slightly unfocused, smile. Her horns are adorned with tiny vials of shimmering liquids.
"Welcome, welcome!" she bleats cheerfully. "I'm Meadowsweet, purveyor of all things pickled, brewed, and occasionally explosive. What can I... Oh, Whiskers, not now, I'm with customers!"
She pauses, apparently listening intently to a large tabby cat that has jumped onto the counter. After a moment, she nods sagely. "Quite right, quite right. Now, where was I? Ah yes! Looking for something to give you an edge in the Crucible, perhaps? I've got just the thing..."
Meadowsweet bustles around the shop, plucking bottles and packets from seemingly random locations, all while carrying on a running commentary with various cats. Despite her apparent scatter-brained nature, her hands move with practiced precision as she combines ingredients.
As she works, her eyes light up. "Say, you look like the adventurous sort. If you happen to find yourself in the Bramble Woods - not that I'm suggesting you go there, mind you, it's terribly dangerous - keep an eye out for the Moonwhisper Lily. Blooms only under the new moon, it does. Terribly rare. Terribly useful. I'd make it worth your while if you happened to find any."
She winks conspiratorially, then suddenly turns to address a chestnut cat perched on a high shelf. "No, Ginger, I will not trade it for your hairballs. Honestly, the ideas you come up with!"
Turning back to you, she presents a vial of swirling, opalescent liquid. "Here we are! Guaranteed to make you as quick as a cat and twice as lucky. Now, anything else I can help you with? Perhaps something for that rash you're trying to hide? Oh, don't look surprised, dear. Marmalade told me all about it!" She gestures to a cat that definitely wasn't there a moment ago.
As you ponder your response, you can't help but feel that shopping at Potions and Notions is going to be an... interesting experience.
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